The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.